The young maid ran her oil coated hands through the dark hair of the marchioness who was soaking in the tub. With each stroke of her hand the textured waves turned into straight and sleek streaks of black ribbon. It was a preference of the marchioness, it made her hair seem less unruly and more refined in the young woman's opinion, though the vampire now residing in her body had completely different ideas, but decided to keep doing that in the meantime, too much change and it might alert people to it. She had a good opinion of the oil though, as she could feel the tiny wisps of magic running through it, she could tell it was supreme quality goods, and it seemed to soften more that just hair as evidenced by the lack of calluses on the young maid's hand.

The vampire filed it in her mind to use as a reward for the little thief who had been stealing pieces of the marchioness' jewelry, yes, she was referring to the maid, she had a feeling that if the marchioness had rewarded her employees every once in awhile these things wouldn't happen. Speaking of the maid... The vampire eyed the young woman.

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The young mistress frowned at me and I start worrying if I did something wrong, or maybe, she even started noticing that some of her jewelry was missing, I could feel sweat drip down my back at the thought. It wasn't my fault, she had so many, and I- Well, I wanted to look pretty too. At least I was smart enough to hide what is now my jewelry somewhere where no one would find it, and they wouldn't find them amongst my own things, that's for sure.

And then she tries to stand up, and I start getting worried over whether she was planning on confronting me. Thankfully, she doesn't actually stand up, and she goes back into the water, but the way she looked at me afterwards was really concerning, I almost thought she was thinking about punishing me.

I helped her dry off after the shower and then we head over to her room to help her get dressed, and then she raises her hand to my face.

First we started with the young mistress' chemise, and then slipped her drawers above it, tucking the long fabric into her undergarment, then the corset. I adjusted each of the laces like how I normally did every morning, pulling on the ribbons and causing the whale-boned garment to tighten around her waist. Out of all the people I've worked for in the past, without a corset, I think the young mistress has the smallest waist, I don't know why the corset she uses barely dents her curves, but knowing her, it was likely her own preference, everything had to be comfortable. I was even a little envious at how naturally pretty she was and how little effort she had to put into her own looks. I deliberately made her corset a little tighter yesterday because she told me she had a tea party with her fiancee, I wanted her to look nice, and I was a little envious to be truthful.

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Maybe it was just me, but I think the young mistress looked prettier today, her brows were less furrowed, she didn't have her perpetual frown like normal, and I didn't have to use make-up to cover the dark circles under her eye like normal. She also seemed to have a little bit of a pout today, or maybe her lips became fuller overnight? I know that's unlikely but her lips were on the thinner side, which she covered up with her make-up. I raised my own hands to my lips, pressing my fingers against the soft flesh, at least that was one thing I had better than her.

For some weird reason though, I rarely observed the young mistress' looks this closely, and I think I'm getting a little hot under the collar. Which is, haha, impossible, I only like good looking men. Though the growing heat between my thighs seem to say otherwise.

I helped the young mistress slip on shoes onto her dainty feet. With perfect ankles that smoothly slid into the leather shoes, helping her lace them up to mid-calf, her hips positioned infront of my head, pushing the crinoline out of the way as I slid on the 19th pair of school regulation shoes she had bought this year. What money she saves on simple and elegant fashion she spends on sheer quantity of replacements and extras she buys. And she just has me throw them away shortly after she's broken them in. I've given a bunch of them away to the other maids, since if I kept any pairs for myself I might get punished if I was caught.

A cold hand was placed on top of my head and I stiffen in place, and then she just patted my head without saying anything. She then abruptly stopped, and just that contact was enough for me to go weak in the knees. Oh god, what is happening to me, I had to rest my knees on the floor as I gathered up strength in my legs.

I had to escort Aurel- the young mistress to the hallway once her dressing was complete, she'll then have me take stock of what she had in her school bag before putting it in her storage bracelet, only something a duchal house can afford, but then again this was likely a gift from the prince. I think it's wasteful, with her obvious infatuation with that professor. And how many elaborate plans she made to get his attention in the past, though it seemed like her philosophy was 'even bad attention was attention in the end.'

When I did so, I found it unbelievably strange how different the young mistress looked today. She looked less 'dreary' if that was the correct word, somber, maybe. Her make-up was brighter and her bun was much neater than normal, she didn't have the two locks of her hair framing her face like usual. Normally she's try to hide her ears, but today she seemed to show them off with a nice pair of earrings, they even used elemental crystals. 

Elias was looking at me strangely due to how much I was fidgeting, at least that much I could tell.

And then after we took stock of everything she left, and I ran to my room.